Monday, September 24, 2007

Dreams Do Come True

More than two years ago, June 3, 2005 to be exact, a man had a dream. It was a simple dream.

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"What I Dream of..."

A regular game. A place I can roll into after work. A place where I can play for a couple of hours, guzzle 8-too-many sanmig lights, push chips around, and generally try to look like i've done this before.

Yes, I need a cardroom! don't get me wrong, hombres y mujeres, I am quite happy with the number of games i'm hearing about and getting to play now - a huuuge difference since the early days (last April). But I need a cardroom!

No civilized nation on earth does not have cardrooms.

The very definition of civilization includes running water, cheap power, a couple of theatres, mcdonalds, and cardrooms!!

We were supposed to have a cardroom open a few weeks ago at the Pan Pacific. It hasn't opened. I cannot get any reason why it hasn't opened.

Somebody open a cardroom. PLEASE!!!! Actually, somebody open three cardrooms. Or three people open one each. Whatever....

Quote of the Day

The best poker I've ever played has always entailed peace. A relaxed comfort. Eyes open, ears open, radar up. Absorbing my opponent's every message. Taking them as they come. Not mixing what those messages are with what I want them to be. It's like an aerial view. A view from above the myriad luck-dependent reactions of those many people who never gain such a peace.
And when you gain that view, that peace - when you'd rather have the truth, no matter how disappointing, over a false hope, no matter how desirable - then you're a player. The hand you're on slips into a stream of thousands of other hands, no one of which, because of your lofty view, seems unduly important, no false fearful emotions rise within you.
When you gain the peace of lofty perspective, you're a player, and when you're a player, you're free.- from "King of a Small World" by Rick Benett